Well, it’s that time of year again.  Time for plywood boards, drills, screws, flashlights, batteries, candles, and rum; it’s Atlantic Hurricane Season.  This time frame somewhat coincides with the height of tourist and wedding season. Hurricane season typically starts June 1st and ends November 30th.  Bermuda lucked out back in August when she (yes, the island is female) dodged two bullets with Tropical Storm Fiona and Hurricane Gaston, which has been the strongest hurricane of the year thus far (knock on wood).  For a twenty-one square mile island – that sits 650 miles off the coast of North Carolina – it’s odd to think that most of the storms that make it to our side of the Atlantic usually form off the coast of Africa.

About a week ago, I heard the news that Hurricane Joaquin was sparing the East Coast - I was happy.  When I was told that the outer bands of the hurricane were going towards Bermuda - I was nervous.  When I learned that the hurricane was a Catagory 4 and heading towards Bermuda - I got on a plane.  If you've ever lived on an island, you may be familiar with the "pit" that forms in your stomach as you watch a hurricane unfold.